Esha♡

Writer. Birb mom. Future law student.

About

Hi, I’m Esha! I’m 24, a writer with a love for language, a mild obsession with structure, and a growing interest in law. I spend a lot of time thinking about how people say things without really saying them, and how we all follow little rules we don’t always talk about. That kind of thinking slips into my writing a lot, especially when I’m digging into power dynamics, emotional repression, or characters making terrible decisions for deliciously complicated reasons.Most of what I write consists of character-driven stories that are messy, layered, and usually explicit. Sometimes I’m exploring identity and control through kink and tension. Other times, I’m just writing pure smut because it’s fun and hot and makes my brain light up like a microwave.Lately, my creative energy has been fully consumed by Hazbin Hotel and The Amazing Digital Circus. I’m head over heels for AppleRadio and extremely loyal to the top Lucifer, bottom Alastor agenda. No switching. Not ever. FunnyBunny is also creeping into my brain and making itself comfortable, even if I haven’t written for them just yet. I also help organize fandom events and zines, and I love being part of communities that value care, creativity, and a little bit of chaos.

Artwork by Etherael. Used with permission.

Outside of writing, my entire heart belongs to my two cockatiels. They are loud, dramatic, endlessly curious, and way too smart for their size. I love birds so much. Caring for them is a huge part of my life, and I’m always learning from them about trust, communication, joy, and the kind of love that shows up in everyday moments. If I’m not writing, I’m probably singing to them, talking to them like little roommates, or letting them walk across my keyboard like they pay rent. They don’t. But I let it slide.Anyway, this is just a little space where I keep everything in one place: my writing, my socials, and whatever else I feel like sharing. Feel free to poke around, and thanks for being here!—esha ♡

Portfolio

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MOD LIFE:

  • AppleRadio Hotel Server (Mod) — help coordinate events, maintain community guidelines, and keep the space fun and welcoming. Learn more about us here.

  • Bottom Alastor Zine (Head Writing Mod) — leading the writing team, organizing pitches and drafts, and coordinating with writers to shape the zine’s creative direction. You can find out more about the zine here.

  • AppleRadio Hotel Server’s Anniversary Gift Exchange 2026 (Mod) — organizing and managing the server's first anniversary exchange, from sign-ups to matchups to final check-ins.

  • Top Daddy Lucifer Week 2025 (Mod) — helped plan prompts, schedule posts, and coordinate event logistics during the fandom week. All written works have been archived in this AO3 collection, which serves as the official library for the event’s submissions. Visual works were shared by participating artists on Bluesky, Tumblr, and Twitter.

  • Top Lucifer Server (Mod) — one of three leads managing the companion server created for Top Daddy Lucifer Week 2025. Assisted with announcements, submission organization, and ensuring all works were properly shared and archived to support the event’s promotion.

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CURRENT PROJECTS/ZINES:

  • "Us, in Every Season," a RadioApple Fanfic Anthology (2026) — contributing as one of two featured writers for Winter in this seasonal anthology organized by Alex.

  • AppleRadio Hotel Server's Anniversary Gift Exchange 2026 — participating as a writer for this gift exchange event; contributing an NSFW piece based on the recipient’s request.

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PAST PROJECTS/ZINES:

(Listed in reverse chronological order)

  • RadioApple Big Bang 2025 — participated as a writer. You can find my piece here.

  • Cherri Bang 2025 — participated as a writer. You can find my piece here.

  • RadioApple A - Z Project 2025 — selected as one of 26 featured writers for this fandom project; I wrote for the letter R. My piece, which includes accompanying artwork by the lovely Lyse, can be read here.

  • Hell’s Greatest Cookbook Zine — contributed five recipes as a writer. The zine was released exclusively through limited pre-orders; more info can be found on the zine’s Carrd and Bluesky.

  • 7 Rings of RadioApple Zine — participated as a writer. You can find my piece here.

  • RadioApple Holiday Exchange 2024 — participated as a writer for this Secret Santa-style event. The gifted fic can be found here.

Writing

Each story leaves something behind. This page holds my most recent one.

Title: the frequency you bleed to
Author: captivatedintrovert
Status: Completed
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Ship: StaticRadio (Vox/Alastor)
✎ Human AU | Serial Killer Romance | M-rated | Explicit

Summary:Vincent is a killer with a routine: pick the target, make it clean, disappear. But that was before he heard the voice. Smooth, knowing, broadcast through the radio like it was meant for him. Alastor’s voice.Now Vincent can’t stop listening. Can’t stop watching. Can’t stop wanting.He follows the radio host through the streets of New Orleans, through blood and static and late-night broadcasts that feel like confessions. But Alastor isn’t just a man with a voice. He’s bait. And he’s been waiting for Vincent to take the hint.When he finds the body still warm, slick with blood and something sweeter, Vincent realizes too late: he’s not the predator anymore. He’s the audience.And the show’s about to begin.

Excerpt:

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Vincent’s jaw clenched. The blood in his ears roared. He wanted to find the bastard still warm and kill him again, just to wipe away whatever trace of Alastor had sunk in. Wanted to drag the little brat back to this room by the throat, force him to kneel in that same spot, make him open his mouth and beg for cock like it was penance. Wanted to fuck him until he cried, until he came, until there was no part of him untouched by Vincent’s hands, Vincent’s voice, Vincent’s claim.But there was only silence.Only the body. Only the slick, mocking gleam of spit and pleasure that didn’t belong to him.He stood there too long, breathing hard, watching the slow drip of blood down the armrest. Every part of him burned with the need to hurt something. To take it back. To mark over every inch of this scene until it was his.Then–“Careful, chérie,” came the voice behind him, honeyed and low. “You’ll wear a hole into the floor with all that brooding.”

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Curious to find out what happens next? You can read the full story here. Thanks for stopping by. I really appreciate it! 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯